Did you really just ask me the same question twice, even with me answering it already? Did you?
It’s not like it’s been a day and you forgot this info. That I would forgive. But when I tell you one thing and then you ask me the SAME THING LITERALLY 30 SECONDS LATER, I am fucking done.
OH WAIT NOW YOU’VE ASKED FOR THE SAME THING THREE TIMES WHEN I GAVE YOU THE ANSWER ALREADY AND SERIOUSLY, I’M NOT SURE YOU UNDERSTAND THAT NAME-DROPPING WILL NOT HAVE THE DESIRED OUTCOME YOU THINK IT DOES
So I kind of woke up on the wrong side of everything today, and while this isn’t your fault exclusively, you are now making it your problem. Reading, as they say, is fundamental. At least admit you didn’t just read what I wrote. Admit it. Before I figure out where you’re at and drive an ice pick through your ear.
I know I can’t live in an idyllic paradise with fountains of scotch and hills made of cheesecake, but fuck fuck fuck fuck fuck.
I promise to use less words next time.
The One in the Dark Office in the Corner Who Loathes Your Mere Existence